CAVE SPIRITS

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THE DEPTHS OF THE CHALK FACE

by John Yeo

 

Way down beneath the face of jagged white cliffs
Is the secret domain of the aging spirits.
The awesome caverns hidden deep underground
Hacked from the rock, a hidden secret domain.
The spirits mature and rest and develop
To tickle the developed taste-buds with the joyful refrain
Of glorious wonderful vintage Champagne.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

Seasonal Sales Pitch

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Robert Brewer’s Poetry Prompts

“For today’s prompt, write a pushy poem. Maybe there’s a character in the poem who’s a little pushy, or maybe the poem is about pushing buttons or pushing people to do things. Or maybe the poem itself is a little pushy. Even animals can get pushy with other animals.”

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetryprompts-331

By John Yeo

Come this way, step inside,
Your life will never be the same
After you invest.
Buy the product, quickly now,
Try the sensational luxuriousness.
The demand is high,
Everyone is after a slice of this.
Buy quickly, buy now,
Before the product sells out.

 

This is the seasons special star buy
The very latest in-thing.
Just what you have always wanted
Something you can never live without.
The news has spread all over town
Celebrities are purchasing these,
Everyone who is anyone.
Buy quickly, buy now,
Before the product sells out.

 

We have just a few left over,
From the peak of the sales boom.
We want to sell everything quickly
To make some valuable room.
I will make you a very special deal
Just for this very last week,
A bargain at half the usual price.
Buy quickly, buy now,
Before the product sells out.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

LAST MINUTE!

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Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Blog
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-330/comment-page-1#comment-3593231

For today’s prompt, write a shopping poem.

by John Yeo

“Come on Mum! Hurry up, we have to do everything now!
It must be done by a certain time! Have you got the list?
Straight away, without delay, amid the appalling crush.
We must get everything now, in a fast and furious rush
We must get things under full control, time is passing by.

 

A pair of slippers for Grumps, his are wearing out fast.
A box of chocolates for Grandma to nibble by the fire.
Toys for the kids, go for the best to ignite their interest.
Uncle will welcome socks, in dazzling fluorescent green.
Hampers all around the family, made up specially by us.

 

For Aunt Mary, delicate, lacy white hankies are nice.
The cousins will welcome a bottle of sparkling wine
Two cases should be enough to nicely go around.
We must do it all today, in a fast and furious rush
Straight away, without delay, amid the appalling crush.

 

This is a mega-market place, everything is right here,
Piled up and for sale, to take home some Christmas cheer.
Still once we get home wth the shopping done,
We can raise a glass of cheer. Cheers everyone!
Good job this shopping season only comes once a year”

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

BOILING POINT

This is a poem I have written in response to a prompt on Writers Digest

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-7

For today’s prompt, write a simmer down poem. This could be a poem about cooking, about calming down, about taking it easy. You get to simmer down in your own way. 

 

by John Yeo 

The aggression was incredibly infectious 

As the demonstrators made their point.

With banners unfurled, chanting together,

Everyone united as followers of the cause.

A car was upended and exploded in flames,

Then a house brick shattered a window.

Shouting slogans, the demonstrators formed 

A wall of aggressive unwarranted outrage.

The authorities called in the police and the army

Anything to establish control.

Forming unbroken ranks, with protective shields 

They herded and faced the protestors down.

Amid the chaos of looting, fighting and arson,

The struggle erupted and spread.

A volcano of protest exploded and peaked.

To the boiling point of emotional stress.

The authorities began to take some control

The face-down began to turn things around.

The leaders of the rebels were under arrest

Leaving the last protestors to simmer down.

The chaotic outrage brought under control,

After much violence in the city streets 

The last of the ambulances left the scene.

The protest had finally run out of steam.

Copyright  © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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‘A SPACIOUS MISCONCEPTION’

THE RATTLING BONES
The life and works of Lori Carlson

https://therattlingbones.wordpress.com/2015/07/09/words-to-write-by-prompt-13/

Hello fellow writers. What a glorious Thursday! It is time for Words to Write By! I will list 10 random words and it is your job to chose at least 5 of them to write a poem, a story, a journal entry or use them to inspire a piece of art or a photograph. Remember, you can use any form of the words, make them adjectives, adverbs, present tense, past tense, etc.

 eggplant,  waiter,  linger,  spacious,  stiffen,  misconceive,  mystical,  deracinate,  precipitate, weaver.

by John Yeo

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An eggplant growing in the hothouse
Shining, glossy, purple edibility,
A study in polished vegetable beauty.
Grown in a bed of nutritious goodness
Misted with a spray for moisturised taste.

~

The gardener smiled as he worked with care,
Nurturing and nursing his vegetive wonders.
His hands would sow seeds to precipitate
The change graduated to slowly deracinate
As the aubergine became an eggplant.

~

This aubergine was no ordinary eggplant.
A living entity, a mystical superfood.
To stiffen and shock the gourmet taste buds
Cultivated to precipitate with expectancy
A memorable flavour guaranteed to linger.

~

The waiter smiled as he took the order,
Eggplant, fried with tomatoes and chilli.
Chopped and fried with garlic and olives.
Cooked slowly on a bed of fluffy tender rice.
To the weaver of the magic woven in the kitchen.

~

Copyright (c) ~ Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

APRIL~ ”POEM-A-DAY”~DAY THIRTY~ BURY THE BLANK POEM:

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Bury the (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Some possible titles include: “Bury the Hatchet,” “Bury the Body,” “Bury the Past,” “Bury the Hate,” and “Bury the Acorns.”

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BURY THE SEEDS

by John Yeo

Bury the seeds in the minds of the young,

Nurture and take care of their fertile minds.

Allow them freedom to think things through

Watch the growth of ideas spring forth.

Harvest the results of future growth

In technology, the arts, and science.

Enjoy the improvements in life.

 

Bury the seeds of peace and freedom,

Nurture a caring, sharing empathy for all.

Allow a mixture of cultures in life

Promote a feeling of self- worth with thought.

Harvest the feelings of peace and love.

No more war, free speech with equality.

Enjoy sharing the feeling of a natural life.

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-april-pad-challenge-day-30

APRIL~ ”POEM-A-DAY”~DAY TWENTY-NINE~ WHAT NOBODY KNOWS POEM:

For today’s prompt, write a what nobody knows poem. It’s easy to write a poem about what everybody already knows, though it may be difficult to write an interesting poem about such things. Still, use today’s prompt to explore things people may not know–secret stories, locations, and so on.

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WHAT WE NEVER KNOW

by John Yeo 

The cycle of life is variable

An unknown gamble with time.

Everyone is striving for more life,

More happiness, more peace, more love,

More extreme quality to soften their life.

 

The cycle of life is indefinite

The length of your life is uncertain.

The date you will cease to exist

Your date of death is unknown.

Something nobody knows.

 

What nobody knows is the date

The exact date and time of death.

People would do some very strange things

As the date of their death approached

Life as we know it would change.

 

Some would prepare  to meet God.

Some would be sure there is nothing,

Some believe the spirit lives on.

There is no proof of an afterlife

As our acquaintances never return.

 

The only certainty is: Nobody knows.

Follow your feelings and your dreams,

The teachings and pathways today.

There is no surety in placid insecurity,

Have faith my friend and Pray.

 

Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-april-pad-challenge-day-29